User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160811145125/@comment-26024035-20160811183620

Green eyes falling upon the two hares, a rush of pleasure swept over the fox captain. He gave a soft sigh of joy and slowly drew his longsword from its sheath. Then, he nodded to his subordinate, and began his advance in as much silence as he could muster.